A/N: A Naruto /Alex Rider crossover. Because one reviewer asked for it, and it sparked an idea. Very short and introspective, but a nice little ditty. My take on how this crossover could possibly happen.
Don't Remind Me
She was beautiful, and had taken his breath away; and then done all she could to give it back.
"-Two three four – CLEAR!"
A jarring, dull tone droned on. The line was flat and continuous, and seemed to drag on forever.
He liked her black hair. It didn't have a blunt cut, but sprawled about in a messy way. He liked it black because it didn't remind him of anything at all.
"-Two three four – CLEAR!"
His head was tilted back, a breath of air forcefully pushed down his throat, gagging him. Firm hands pumped against his chest, shaking from the cold wet mud. It smeared across her hands, the now rusty paste painting them both with the lingering whispers of death.
He liked her laugh, too; it brightened the day, and she calmed him down. The gentle rhythm to his raging storm; it was what he needed. Someone nice, warm, plain and gentle.
His heart gave a start, and began pumping painfully, furiously. His lungs burned as his whole body gave a shuddering gasp, and air dragged itself raw and needy into his lungs.
She fell limp against him, laughing deliriously at the sight of his moving chest. And the laughter brightened his day, and he couldn't help but cling on.
He looked up into her clear blue eyes, light and loving; and promised himself to get away from it all. Away from the fighting, the treachery, the death.
Blue eyes looked back at him, gurgling happily from the bundle of blankets. His baby – his baby – laughed that delightful laugh, just like his mother. He had his nose, his hair, and even his face. But the boy had his mother's beautiful asian blue eyes.
"Minato," Alex whispered warmly, bending to kiss his son's head. "Welcome to the world."
The mother and son were healthy and happy; it was all he could hope for. Alex still hoped, though, that his son would never know the horrors of lies and murder, of sacrificing yourself for your queen and country. Hopefully, they would find none of that in this foreign place, where the boy's mother – his wife (by her name, not his) – was born.
He hoped, and he smiled (because what's life without a little hope?).